This is a vessel of tenderness affection,
There are always fairy tales in her soul.
She is fragile and naive sometimes,
Next to a real man
Her real peace lives on.
After all, next to him, she is herself,
So carefree and alive.
And a fountain of ideas pours out of it,
When she finds her calling.
And the torch of the family hearth,
She is always proud to protect.
And children are angels and the meaning of life for her,
She would do anything for them.
It is the light of her soul,
And the continuation of her love.
And the meaning of her whole life,
She's a wizard of ideas.
And mistress of her world,
After all, it is subject to absolutely everything.
She is a goddess and a Queen,
And an imperious Empress.
Unique as always,
After all, the title of woman is fate.
Time Night 12: 55. 15.03.2020.
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